Date: Thu, 4 Dec 2008 01:18:13 EST
From: SpankThoseButz@aol.com
Subject: "Dead Man's Desire" (Part 6)

Readers: Sure hope you enjoy this  latest chapter in my continuing
erotic/horror series! I try to make these  stories as HOT as possible, and I hope you
find them every bit as HOT as I  do as I write them!  As had been the norm for
the past several weeks now, I  found myself in the depths of this same erotic
nightmare....a nightmare in which  I was aware that I was the star in a
major-production of a gay erotic horror  flick. In this particular dream, I found
myself dressed as a 1930's undertaker,  with a swallow-tail coat, tight
pinstriped trousers. and white gloves. I was  walking, as I had in countless other
erotic nightmares, down the dimply-lit  corridors of a silent, echoing
mausoleum.....a mausoleum where only men were  entombed. But.....in this
scenario....there was a twist. I walked through an  arched doorway with "CHAPEL" in Olde
English-style lettering  above.
          When I entered this huge room, I saw that there were at least two
dozen  open caskets resting on cataflaques, and, in each silk-lined box there
reposed a  male corpse. Some of these guys looked as though they had only
passed away  yesterday, while others looked like they had been lying there for
decades. Most  of these corpses were suits, while a few others were in various
types of  uniforms. I figured I'd cock-tease these deceased fellows a bit, and
bent over,  flipping the tails of my swallow-tailed coat up over my back, giving
them a good  view of my round little ass, looking hot as hell in those
butt-hugging  pinstriped trousers. held up by suspenders! Hell, I have a round,
meaty little  butt that BEGS to be hauled over another guy's lap for a good, hard
spanking to  begin with, so, I figured, what the hell?  THAT did it!! Every
corpse in  that chapel started rising up from their caskets, and then clumsily
clambered  out, all heading towards me! And each one had something gripped in
his gnarled  hand.....a heavy brass casket handle, a crucifix, a doubled-up,
belt, a riding  crop.....ooohhshit!!! Next thing I knew, I there was a loud
BOOM, and  the tall, funeral chapel-style floor lamps flashed out and came back
on again, and I found myself bent over a sealed coffin, my wrists and ankles
shackled.
      As eerie, evil-sounding laughter sounded throughout the dimly-lit
chapel,  I saw every one of these dead guys line up in back of me, all ready to
discipline my hot little pinstriped ass but GOOD!! Without warning, the old Army
 General, whom I hadn't seen in the last several dreams I had, got behind me,
and  started attacking my captive ass with his ancient riding crop. My tight
pinstriped trousers and my boxers underneath did nothing at all to diffuse
the  fire and sting of that crop, as the long-deceased General thrashed my round
 little butt furiously. My massive cock, throbbing painfully, ground against
the  side of the casket, leaking a fresh flow of lube into my sweaty boxers.
Priests,  ministers, teachers, businessmen, mechanics, bus drivers, streetcar
motormen.......ALL of them took their turn at whipping, paddling, and spanking
 the hell out of my smoldering  ass.                                  By this
time, the seat of my pinstriped trousers....and even the seat of my
blue-striped boxers.....was totally worn away, and my bare, quivering ass  glinted
dully in the dim light, red-hot weals, throbbing and pulsating full of  blood,
criss-crossing my crimson and black-and-blue  buns.

                       Then, the corpse of a Police captain, the body of a
cop who obviously had given up the ghost ages ago, started whaling into my
welted butt with his old gun belt. With that, all the pulsating weals that
cross-hatched my flaming ass broke, and soon my flaming rear was smeared in
blood, which dripped into my hairy crack, and down my trouser legs as
well. Funny, as I knew this was only a dream, and that the blood was only
prop stuff, it STILL got me hot, and I continued the wailing, screaming,
cursing, and pleading that I had been doing non-stop since this brutal
attack on my ass began.
                                   I was aware that a large number or
corpses were surrounding me, each obviously enjoying the thorough
butt-roasting I was receiving, every one of them rubbing a big bulge behind
the flies of their moldy trousers. I just started to feel my hairy,
overloaded nuts twitch....about to explode......when, once again, I heard
an ear-splitting explosion, and the lights went out and then flickered back
to life.

       Now, a new scenario was before me, proving to be every bit as hot as
the last!  The big, barrel-chested corpse of the Police Captain was now
tied gut-down to the lid of the same casket I had been shackled over
before, his huge, broad ass.......now totally mummified like two huge
boulders.......was straining the well-worn seat of his tight, old uniform
trousers. My fat cock throbbed anew in my pinstripes, which were back to
their original condition, seat intact and all. Fuck, even DEAD this "long
retired" cop had one hot fucking set of glutes!!!

     I spied an old-time photo in a heavy frame lying on the marble floor,
and it showed this big, burly cop around 1935, posing for a photo with his
brother officers. Shit, this long-dead cop was a big, barrel-chested,
drop-dead gorgeous daddy when he was alive! I grabbed the picture somewhat
clumsily, and started paddling the dead cop's big ass with it.  The glass
shattered and the razor-sharp pieces shredded the worn, bulging seat of his
uniform trousers, as well as that of his moldy, sized 50 boxer shorts.  His
petrified glutes were massive, bulky, wrinkled mounds of solidified flesh,
still bristling with hair. Some shards of glass remained firmly embedded in
the dead cop's bulky, petrified glutes I could not hold back any longer,
and unzipping my fly, I hauled out my throbbing, monster-sized cock and
just let loose with a volley of thick, pent-up living sperm, that
splattered all over the dead officer's still-massive assmounds.
                                               Before I could even move,
two other corpses, one the Army General and the other an almost-skeletal
former businessman in a dusty, moldy vested suit, dropped to their knees
and their leather-like tongues started lapping up my hot load from the
deceased cop's broad, still-hairy rump. Then, without warning, my cock was
rock hard again, so I got up on the casket lid, and started rubbing the
drooling head against the cop corpse's still busy handlebar mustache.

 Ohhh, fuck, what a feeling that was, as the stiff, bristly 'stash hairs
sent
 erotic shockwaves crashing through my churning nuts!! I then grabbed a
handful of what was left of the old-time cops hair, after I had removed his
uniform cap and started licking the tarnished badge lustily, and yanked his
hair hard, getting his mouth to open. I just shoved my huge, throbbing
fuckrod into the dead cop's mouth, and, fuck, the sight of that big, old
handlebar 'stashe
 wrapped around my huge dong was too fucking hot!!
                                         I just fucked the dead Police
Captain's mouth like a madman, and all too soon, my nuts exploded, and my
massive prick blasted the big fellow's clammy oral cavity with scalding
gets of jizz.  All the while this was happening, the Army General and the
businessmen's corpses were still greedily lapping my thick load from the
cop's sticky, furry, solidified ass. The cop's big ol' mustache had a good
amount of spunk clinging to it, and I HAD to get down and lean across the
coffin lid, to suck my thick load of balljuice from that stil-sexy
handlebar mustache. Another loud explosion rocked the floor, and, with
that, I woke up, bathed in sweat.....breathing with heavy gasps.....with my
throbbing dong ready to rip the teeth out of my fly! Shit, I couldn't wait
to go to sleep again TOMMOROW night!! THE END Hope you enjoyed! Comments
are always welcome!